Leah Vernon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

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So, I’m limping along, and I see this art exhibit at the Château de Bizy. I’m like, “Heck yeah, let’s check it out!” I walk in, and it’s all modern art. I mean, I get it, but some of it looks like my 5-year-old could’ve done it. There’s this giant canvas with a single dot. A DOT! I’m standing there, trying to look all cultured, but inside I’m just laughing. Like, “Wow, I could’ve saved a ton of money and just painted my wall.”

Vehicle goes over embankment in Belle Vernon